She settled into our recliner and opened the pamphlet, reading aloud to me, “Recovery from an injury or a loss is about acceptance.”
I limped over to her, and hopped clumsily onto her lap. She set the paper aside. “Oh Sportster! You shouldn’t jump with your bad leg. I would have lifted you up.”
Mom still hovers over the shreds of nest that remain. On this Mother's day, as aching as her loss is, I know she will try again next year. That is nature’s way.